I could see a figure standing near the window. He was facing me. I stared back for a moment, and not knowing what else to do, I eventually waved. There was no response. No movement. Nothing.
He looked at me very seriously and said “There’s someone in your apartment, wake up.”
Lately though, the noises have been louder, the thuds have been more frequent.
I dreamt that my MacBook’s trackpad was a vagina and every time I touched it, it snapped shut and broke my forefinger.
The next day my landlord called and told me it was illegal in New York City for windows to be able to open fully, citing “The New York Health Code Section 131.15.”
The walls of my bed chamber seemed to be closing in on me the more I scrolled and read, but I still couldn’t stop. There were so many questions, and my questions led to more questions.
Whether or not this personal history reflects a large majority’s personal history, owning a Dell and being culturally advanced/ cool today is, in any capacity, kind of like being sincerely into fashion but buying all your clothes at Walmart (for example). I think in fact that owning anything but a laptop made by Apple has almost reached the point of unseemliness or shameful behavior.